Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Tucker
My eyes slowly blink open as the cobwebs in my mind drift away. Where am I?
Just as the thought scrolls through my mind, several things become crystal clear––it’s broad daylight outside, I’m in Kate’s bedroom, and her warm, soft body is pressed up against mine as her even breaths skate across the skin of my chest.
The events of the morning crash back in, and my lips slowly curve upward.
I don’t know what I expected when I decided to take the leap with Kate this morning, but it certainly wasn’t that her inexperienced, slightly fumbling touches would culminate in oral sex so intense, I blacked out for a second when I came.
I meant it when I told her I was perfectly happy just pleasing her, but hell, am I glad she insisted on exploring my body, too. Everything about her is perfect, but that mouth?
Fuck me .
And my cock nearly wept again a few moments later when I pushed a single finger inside her, finding her so tight, it took several minutes to work my way all the way in. Just imagining that tight sheath around my cock has me growing hard again.
Lifting my head, I glance at the clock on her nightstand. It’s not even noon, yet.
Dropping my head back to the pillow, I reach over and carefully push her hair back from her face. Her features are relaxed as she snores so quietly, I have to strain to hear it. She’s so beautiful. In every way.
And for the next two-and-a-half days, she’s mine.
I feel Kate’s body tense around me an instant before her eyes blink open. The dark orbs are filled with confusion, wide and blinking like a deer in the headlights. Smiling, I dip my head forward and press my mouth to hers, brushing a light kiss over her plush lips.
Her body relaxes just before she kisses me back, her hand pushing into my hair to tug at the short strands. She rolls onto her back, her grip on my hair forcing me to roll with her. My hips settle between her bare, juicy thighs as we continue to kiss. Her lips part, and I drive my tongue inside, ravaging her mouth as my hormones go a little haywire.
My body screams at me to take her, and I actually shift my weight until my throbbing cock lines up with her entrance. Feeling the light touch, Kate moans into our kiss, and the sound snaps me out of my delirium.
“Wait,” I say, breaking off the connection of our mouths and readjusting my position to move my erection away from her warmth while I still have the willpower to do so. “We still need condoms. We have to go to the market, first.”
Kate’s eyes widen as her head shakes erratically. Pushing at my shoulder until I roll off her, she takes the sheet and wraps it around her naked body before she begins to pace. I prop my head against an upraised fist and watch her, fully entranced by the way the sheet conforms to her curves.
“We can’t go to the market,” she says, her tone firm as she paces and shakes her head.
“Why not?” I ask, and she finally looks over at me.
She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out as her eyes blaze a path down my body before locking on my erection. She goes completely still before her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips. I reach down and grip my cock while she watches, pumping it lightly. Her eyes dilate, and I’m pretty sure she falls into a light state of hypnosis.
Then she snaps out of it and her gaze flits back up to mine. “We can’t. Everyone on this island knows me. If I go buy condoms, they’ll know .”
“Know what?” I ask, enjoying the hell out of this.
“That I’m… That you… That we’re…”
She can’t seem to form a complete, coherent sentence, so I try to help.
“Making each other come so hard, we’re seeing stars?” I offer.
Her expression falls flat, and still holding the sheet tightly in her fists, she steels her spine. “I’m serious, Tucker. ”
“I know,” I say apologetically, then release my grip on my shaft and push myself up into a sitting position. “So, what do you suggest we do?”
Her mouth twists to one side as she thinks, then she shrugs. “We steal them while wearing ski masks and loose coveralls?”
I tilt my head. “The Great Rubber Heist of Bush Monkey Isle?”
A laugh barks out of her against her will, and she looks cute as hell as she slumps and climbs back onto the bed, then collapses beside me and grumps, “I don’t hear you offering any better ideas.”
“Come on,” I say, smacking her ass before rolling over the edge of the bed to land on my feet. “Get dressed.”
She sits up again, glaring at me with very little heat behind it. “I’m not going into the market to buy condoms. We’ll just have to go to the mainland.”
“No way,” I say with a chuckle. “That’ll waste hours, and I have too little time with you as it is.”
Her expression brightens for a beat with those words, then drops again. “Then what can we do?”
“I’ll go to the market,” I say as I search the tangled blanket for the shorts and boxer briefs I’d kicked off after making Kate come a second time.
“You can’t,” she says, climbing off the bed and finding her own underwear on the floor. “People know we’ve been spending time together. They’ll know they’re for me.”
“Would you rather they think they’re for someone else?” I ask, studying her face as my words sink in .
She frowns, her brow furrowing as she shakes her head. “Hell, no.”
Once I find my underwear and slip them on, I move toward Kate and grip her shoulders, saying, “It’ll be fine, Kate. I’ll wear a hat and sunglasses, slip in and out, and no one will think twice about it. You can wait for me in my room at the B&B. If anyone is curious about where I’m going and watches, they’ll just see me head there, alone.”
This whole ordeal is quite silly to me, but I can see it’s important to Kate. I’ll do anything to make her as comfortable as possible, even don a ski mask and shoplift, if that’s what she really wants me to do.
But she seems to think over my plan for moment, then nods slowly. “Okay.”
“Okay? You’ll wait for me in my room?”
She nods, then shakes her head a beat later. “Only if I can slip past Miss Ginny. If she sees me, I’m out.”
Pulling her close, I press a hard kiss to her mouth before leaning back to meet her eyes. “If anyone can outsmart that old bird and sneak past her, it’s you.”
Her lips tug upward, and I kiss her again before releasing her. Finding my shirt, I tug it on while Kate walks into her closet. When she reappears, she has a black trucker cap with the words “Drinks Well with Others” screen-printed across the front. I eye it dubiously before flicking my gaze up to hers, and she shrugs.
“It’s better than the others. Trust me,” she says, pushing the hat toward me.
“Now I really want to know what the others say,” I murmur as I take it and push it down onto my head. It’s too tight, so I take it off and loosen the snaps before putting it back on. Holding out my arms, I ask, “How do I look?”
“It’ll do,” she says nonchalantly, but her eyes tell a completely different story.
Like she can’t wait to take it back off, along with every other stitch of clothing I’m wearing.
“Okay, I’m going now,” I say, reaching down to readjust myself as my cock starts to harden again. “My sunglasses are in your golf cart. I’ll grab them on my way out.”
She nods. “I’ll get dressed and walk over to the Errant Heart. Best to leave my cart here, so no one––especially Miss Ginny––sees it parked outside.”
“I can’t wait to see you again,” I growl, gripping her hips through the sheet and yanking her forward for another kiss.
She melts into me as my hands slide around to find her ass, kneading it firmly. I’m half-tempted to make her come at least one more time before I leave, but the longer I stay here, the longer it’s going to be before we both get what we really want. What we desperately need.
Releasing her, I take a step back while continuing to ravage Kate’s lips. She chuckles, leaning forward to hold onto that connection. Stepping toward her again, I wrap my arms around her and pick her up, spin around, then toss her onto the bed, finally ending the kiss.
Kate laughs as she readjusts the sheet around her, making sure all her best, most tempting bits are hidden. I make a mental note to make sure that, by the end of the day, she doesn’t feel the need to hide from me.
That she’ll know exactly how perfect she is in every way.
“See you soon,” I say, and she gives me a little wave before I turn and head out.
Once I get outside, I grab my sunglasses from the cubby in the golf cart and slide them onto my face. A quick glance around proves no one is watching as I leave the property, and I quickly cross the street before heading toward town.
As I get closer to the market, guilt trickles through me as Logan’s warnings echo through my mind once again.
You need to resist the urge, man .
You’re not the commitment type, and Kate is. She’s not a one-night stand kind of girl.
Kate doesn’t know what kind of fire she’s playing with here, J.T. She’s a virgin .
I shake my head to clear the ghost of Logan’s voice. Kate and I are both adults. I’ve been very clear with her about tempering her expectations, and she’s in full agreement that she wants this just as much as I do. We know what we’re doing.
Am I rationalizing? Maybe.
All I know is that my desire for Kate far outweighs any possible unexpected ramifications. And her desire for me is just as potent, even when she really has no concrete idea what to expect.
And if her body’s responses to the things we’ve done so far are any indication, I know it’s going to be a cataclysmic experience for both of us. Just the thought makes my dick wake up, and I increase my pace.
I slip into the market behind another customer and make my way across the length of the store, looking for an aisle that holds what I’m looking for. I check by the men’s personal care section, and there’s nothing. I check the aisle that displays sanitary napkins and tampons, and the condoms aren’t there, either.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath as I keep searching.
If the market doesn’t carry condoms, you can bet your ass I’ll be on the first ferry to the mainland. But I really don’t want to waste the time the trip will take. I only have Kate for the next couple of days, and I want to make the most of it.
But at the same time, I’m supposed to be bringing as little attention to myself as possible here, and asking an employee for help finding the prophylactics isn’t exactly staying under the radar. So, I search the entire market again with no better luck, then I heave a sigh.
I’m about to step outside to call Kate and see if she knows where they’re kept––and why would she, really?––when I finally spot them.
Hanging on the wall behind the counter.
Oh, this is just great.
There’s no help for it. Kate’s probably waiting in my room for me by now.
Stepping up to the counter, I dip my chin so the brim of the trucker’s cap hides most of my features and deepen my voice as I ask the cashier, “A box of the twelve-count condoms, please. ”
“Regular? Or lubricated?” she asks, and I clear my throat before answering.
“Lubricated, please.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Gibbs,” she says before spinning around to grab the box from the rack.
Damn it. So much for the disguise.
“These are, uh, just in case,” I mumble as I hand over a twenty. “Keep the change.”
I spin and stride out without giving her a chance to respond or even give me a receipt. I feel like a damn fifteen-year-old boy. Except I wasn’t this embarrassed to by condoms when I was fifteen.
Kate’s rubbing off on me.
And I can’t remember the last time I was this excited over anything.
I practically jog all the way to the B&B, skipping up the steps before pausing to enter the house with a little more stealth. Slipping through the front door, I peer around. The coast is clear with no sign of Miss Ginny, so I close the door with a soft click before picking my way up the stairs, intent on making as little noise as possible.
When I get to my room, I open the door and slip inside. My eyes land on Kate, who draws up short, ending the pacing she was doing before I got here. My first instinct is to laugh, and I don’t hold back.
“What?” she asks, dancing in a little pirouette. “You don’t like my disguise?”
I laugh again, shaking my head. She’s wearing yoga pants paired with an oversized hoodie, large-framed sunglasses, and has her long dark hair tucked up into a bucket hat.
“If you were trying to blend in and go unnoticed, I’m not sure if that was the right choice,” I say, twirling a finger in her direction. “It’s ninety degrees out there, and you’re wearing a hoodie.”
She smiles and takes off the sunglasses and hat, then opens her mouth to no doubt give a sassy retort, but then her gaze drops to my hand. Her dark eyes widen before snapping back up to meet mine.
“You got them.”
“I did,” I say, deciding to omit the bit about being recognized in the market.
“Did anyone recognize you?” she asks.
Shit. I won’t lie to her.
“Unfortunately, yes,” I say, holding up the box and rattling it. “They keep these behind the counter, and despite trying my best to hide my face, the cashier knew it was me. She called me by name.”
She holds my stare for several long beats, and my mind reels, trying to come up with some way to convince her it’s fine. That even though the woman recognized me, she has no idea who I was buying these for.
But Kate surprises me once again by shrugging and pulling the hoodie over her head before tossing it aside. My mouth fills with saliva as she stands before me in nothing but those yoga pants, a pair of flip-flops, and a black, lacy bra.
Swallowing thickly, I whisper, “You’re so God damn beautiful.”
“So are you,” she murmurs back.
Then as if someone fired a starting pistol, we lunge for each other, our bodies slamming together as our mouths meld. The box of condoms hits the carpet with a soft thud as my arms go around Kate. We kiss for an eternity, but as I slowly inch us toward the bed, I feel her body tighten with tension.
Breaking off the kiss, I push my hands into her hair and grip it loosely, angling her face so she has to meet my gaze as I say, “There’s no rush, Kate. We can take this as slowly as you need to.”
“I’m fine,” she whispers. “Just a little nervous. But I want this, Tucker. I want you .”
I nod once, then take her lips in a much gentler kiss. I worship her gorgeous mouth the way it deserves to be worshipped, and slowly, Kate relaxes against me.
A rush of pride and possessiveness heats me from the inside out, and I release her hair to run my palms over her shoulders to her back, where I carefully unfasten her bra. Massaging the indents the elastic left in her soft flesh, I slowly make my way around to the front. Her relieved groan seeps into my skin as I cup her breasts beneath the material, and all the blood in my body surges straight to my cock.
I take my time undressing her, completely, kissing every inch of her skin until she’s panting for more. Making short work of my own clothes, I pick up the condoms and toss the box onto the bed before bending at the waist and scooping Kate up against my chest. She wraps her arms around my neck instantly, then buries her face in my neck and kisses me there.
She loosens her grip as I lay her on the bed, and I quickly stretch over her, settling my hips between her thighs as I dip my head to kiss her again. I can’t seem to get enough of her, and she obviously feels the same, kissing me back with wild abandon. Bracing my upper- body weight on one elbow, I slip a hand between us to play with her nipple. Her back arches as I pinch the delicate nub lightly, and her little moans ring in my ears, driving me wild.
Breaking off our kiss, I slide down until I can get that nipple into my mouth. Kates fingers tangle in my hair, tugging it relentlessly as I alternate between sucking the pebbled peak and lashing my tongue against it. Then I move to the other one and start all over again.
Kate’s hips buck, and I can feel the heat of her desire against the skin of my stomach. Releasing her breast from my mouth, I push myself upright and sit back on my heels between her legs. I keep my gaze locked on hers as I reach over and grab the box of condoms and rip it open, plucking a single foil-wrapped packet from inside.
I can see her throat work as she swallows thickly. But she doesn’t take her eyes off me once, watching as I rip the wrapper open with my teeth and pull the condom out. Gripping my cock with my free hand, I pump it gently, and Kate’s eyes drop there before darkening with desire.
The sight of her watching me has me growing impossibly harder, and I make short work of rolling the condom on before resting my hands on her thighs. I watch her closely as I run my palms upward. Kate’s breathing grows faster and harder, and as my thumb swipes over her center, her eyes fall closed.
She’s soaked and ready, but I can tell she’s nervous, so I find her clit and rub soft circles over the sensitive nub until she’s groaning and writhing against the mattress. Then, with slow, measured movements, I push a finger inside her.
My eyes roll back at how tight and hot she is. I could’ve sworn I’d imagined it, or maybe my mind exaggerated how amazing she felt. But no, it was definitely real, and now my cock is throbbing, begging to slide home.
I take a few breaths to calm the urge because there’s no fucking way I’m rushing this. It would be a disservice to Kate, as well as one to me. She deserves nothing but the best I have to offer, and hell, the anticipation is half the pleasure.
I’m delighted when Kate doesn’t tense up or flinch like she did the first time. Her knees spread a little wider, opening herself up to me as I gently work my finger inside her.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I murmur as my thumb works her clit a little faster.
She grunts something that sounds affirmative in nature, making me smile. Slowly pulling my finger free, I add a second one to it and push back in, just to the first knuckle. Kate groans and bucks her hips driving the digits a bit deeper.
I want to make her look at me, to hold eye contact while I drive her wild. I want to make her tell me what she wants, to beg me to let her come while she writhes, barely balanced on the precipice. But that’ll come later. Now is the time to make her as comfortable as I can so her first time is as pleasurable and rewarding as it can possibly be.
Pushing my fingers a little deeper, I find that sensitive patch of skin inside her and brush my fingertips over it once. Kate yelps and bucks, then falls back into a twisting mass of mindless lust. She’s so close, her slick inner walls pulsating around my fingers.
It’s time. I need to do this while I still have at least some of my wits about me. I refuse to take her like a mindless beast. Not today. And once again, that will come later.
I brush that spot inside her one more time, her reaction driving me insane as I pull my fingers free. Then I climb over her, holding my upper body aloft on straight arms, and wait for her to open her eyes. When our gazes collide, I give her a warm smile.
“Are you ready?” I whisper even as my cock shouts at me to not give her an out. Not now.
I mentally order that greedy little fucker to shut up, holding Kate’s gaze hostage while a myriad of emotions play across her face. I wait her out, and finally her expression fills with confidence as she gives me a single nod.
“I need to hear the words, baby,” I murmur, rolling my hips to nudge the tip of my erection against her opening. “Tell me you want this.”
I’m taking a chance here, making her talk, but I need to hear her sweet voice tell me she wants this as much as I do. There can be no regrets. No chance that she’s changed her mind and thinks it’s too late to back out, now. No way will I allow that to happen.
A shock of relief and excitement ripples down my spine as Kate holds my gaze and says, “I want this, Tucker. I want this more than anything.”
I nod, then reach down and curl an arm around her thigh, lifting it to open her up to me. Then I dip my head and kiss her, teasing her tongue with mine while I push the tip of my cock into her slick heat.
I feel it the instant Kate tenses beneath me, and I freeze, gritting my teeth against the instinct to slam my hips forward and fill her, completely. Beads of sweat pop out along my hairline, and I loosen my jaw before kissing her again, worshipping her mouth until her body relaxes once more.
I push in another inch, and white sparks burst behind my closed eyelids. Breaking off the kiss, I gasp for oxygen before burying my face in her neck and nipping at the sensitive skin there. Kate responds, moaning and bucking her hips, driving my cock the tiniest bit deeper.
A groan slips out of my own mouth. This is such delicious torture, I’m afraid I might black out before I make it all the way in.
“Please, Tucker,” Kate begs, and it’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.
I lose my tenuous grip on my control and drive my hips forward with a vicious roar. Pushing myself back up to hover over Kate, I pant like a dog in heat as I study her expression. It’s hard to concentrate, though, with her pussy squeezing and massaging my cock in the very best way.
“Are you okay?” I grit out between harsh breaths when she finally opens her eyes to look at me.
She nods, then clears her throat. “I’m good. I promise.”
“I’m going to start moving, now,” I croak, then clear my own throat. “You need to tell me immediately if I do anything you don’t like. There’s no point of no return. This is a safe space. Do you understand?”
I know the first time can be painful for women, and I refuse to have Kate remember this moment as anything but pleasurable. She nods again, then her eyes fall closed as I slowly roll my hips. Fresh moisture heats my cock, so I repeat the move, this time pulling back the tiniest bit more before pushing back in.
“Fuck,” Kate growls, her face turning red as she pants for breath.
Fuck is right. I feel like it’s my God damned first time, the need to blow sending ripples of electricity down my spine and out to each of my extremities. I grit my teeth again, fighting the pressure as I pump out and in as slowly and as carefully as I can manage.
Kate’s making all kinds of noises now, but I can barely hear them over the sound of blood rushing through my ears. Her inner walls are squeezing me with every pass, gripping my cock and trying to suck me back in every time I retreat.
I’m not going to last.
There’s no way in hell.
There’s also no way I’m coming without Kate, so I dig my knees into the mattress and lift myself up just enough to slide a hand between us. Finding her clit with a single fingertip, I rub gentle circles around the swollen nub as I pump into her.
Sensory overload is real, and my mind scrambles to hold onto any semblance of control while my instincts scream at me to drive in harder. Faster. To chase the feeling until I explode with release.
Kate’s moaning on every exhale, the sounds like sweet music to my ears. She’s bucking beneath me, rubbing her skin against mine as her hands thread into my hair and hold it in a tight, almost painful grip. The smell of sex surrounds us, driving me even wilder.
Like I said…sensory overload.
And all of it couldn’t be any more perfect. Kate is absolutely perfect.
“Let go, Kate,” I say, using the same words I used when she was up on my shoulders during the pool chicken fight. “I’ve got you.”
Then she tenses beneath me, and the world stops spinning for an instant. Throwing her head back, she screams as her inner walls clamp down on my cock, choking it. Her vaginal muscles tense and release in rapid succession as she comes, and a sense of victory rolls through me.
I pump my hips faster, free to chase my own release while making Kate’s last as long as possible. My balls tighten a millisecond before the orgasm rockets through me. I grunt and drive deep before going still, my cock jerking inside her as I fill the condom.
Then I collapse atop her, careful to temper my weight as we both gasp for breath.
Holy shit.
That was…
I can’t even describe it. It was perfect. Incredible.
It was everything .